Mattias: I don't remember when I came here. I don't remember where I came from. I don't remember how many times I've died. All I know is that I keep waking up in this place.
As he looked up at what he had seen for ages, he sighed, saying to himself perhaps as a way not to go insane "There is no sky here, no ground, no sun. Just a darkness pressing against me from all directions, like I'm drowning in nothing. Sometimes there is light, but it is not light to my eyes. Sometimes there are sounds, but I don't see anyone. Screams are all I hear before they slip away again and eat me alive."
He continued wandering for what feels like centuries. Or maybe millennia. Or maybe he never moved at all. Every step looks like the last, every direction looping back into itself. Horizons shatter into shards of glass. Shadows walk without shapes to cast them. He saw things with too many eyes that stared at him until his heart stopped only for him to wake again, still here.
Mattias: "The worst part is I don't stay dead. Each time I fall, each time something claws me apart or drags me into its jaws, I wake again in the same place. A little emptier. A little less myself. I've forgotten everything that used to matter. I don't know who I was before this. I don't know what I loved, or hated, or dreamed of."
"All that's left is the wandering. And the hunger not mine; no, this place is hungry. It gnaws at me, strips pieces of me away, replaces them with something I can't name. I feel less human with each step, less real, like the Void is carving me into something else."
"I don't know how many times I've begged for it to end. I've torn my throat raw screaming into the nothing. I've prayed to gods I can't even remember. Nothing answers; nothing ever changes," he said, with a will that could no longer go on.
Mattias: Today I didn't move. I just lay there and starved days, or years; I can't tell anymore. I wanted to die, yet whenever I did, I woke up.
As he waited perhaps for a hope of salvation he starved for days and days, only to die and wake again. The dread he felt transcended all his thought and action. He was hungry yet what could he eat in a place that is incarcerated hell? He looked and looked, only to find what he could only call a devil-dog. He couldn't bring himself to harm another life, so he let it be. But as he turned his head, the creature rushed him, tore his leg apart, then tore his belly and ate his organs, killing him once more.
When he woke again, he felt something he had not felt in a long time: a rage that made his body tremble. All he could think of was to consume that creature. As he approached the entity that had eaten his corpse, he grabbed its neck, stopping its arm with his body, and then bit putting all the force he had into the bite.
After what felt like millennia, for the first time Mattias looked glad to be alive. The entity cried in pain; Mattias only continued to bite and bite until it stopped moving. He didn't feel remorse for it, nor shame for his actions. All he thought about was how bitter the creature tasted. He ate it as it drank whatever liquid served for blood, consuming it raw